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codes-age-old-problem · 6 years

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Could we get a one-shot for Spamano Week's prompt of music?

CV: yes, of course! sorry it took so long; these past two days have been sooo busy. i was excited to do this prompt bc i had just gotten a new album the other day, but the music part may not be as central to the story as i wanted it to be now that i had time to write it. hope you like it anyway and thanks for requesting!

With this, I’ll be closing Spamano requests since I don’t see myself having enough time for any others, but I really enjoyed doing this and definitely wanna do it again sometime!

For @spamanoweek Day 1: Music

The apartment was on the third floor of a horribly overpriced urban complex. It wasn’t particularly large, nor did it have great service and upkeep. The building was clean and it was affordable, but only just. Move-in expenses were severely denting their wallets, and there was still much more to do.

But it was in the city and that was what mattered to Antonio and Lovino as of present. They were ready to have a new start, one far away from the town they had grown up in, and they were sprinting toward their brighter futures.

Facing this empty, fixer-upper, though, Lovino’s heart wasn’t quite into the words and promises he and Antonio had traded so long ago. Right then, that past seemed as far away as the future they’d spoken of.

And the present seemed to dim the bleak lights and the dull colors of the apartment walls. Evening was slowly creeping in and the sun should have stained vibrancy into their lives. Instead, Lovino realized that the sun did not set in the direction of the living room window like they’d been promised.

Lovino stood alone in the room, shag carpet under his socked feet and the few boxes they had decided to initially move in with laid down on a corner. Anything else would wait until the next day, packed away in Antonio’s car.

New apartment, new lives, new… everything. They were starting something completely new and it was kind of frightening. Lovino had always thought he was good with solitude, to be honest, but what he felt now was so different in comparison.

He was in a whole wide world alone.

“Lovi?” a voice spoke behind him and, with it, the heavy air shattered around him. He spun, spotting Antonio come back in through the front door, carrying some white plastic bags. He had gone to get dinner and, now back, it was as if he’d brought that absent sunset with him.

Lovino could tell Antonio was tired from their long day’s work, packing and moving boxes, but he still came in with a smile on his face. A vibrancy that promised warmth, but muted, like oranges and reds turning to purples and blues. With his boyfriend joining him, Lovino felt better, not necessarily more energized or confidant, but calmer. He was tired too.

“I found a Chinese shop down the street,” Antonio commented, placing the take-out on one of their boxes. “I hope it’s good.”

“Is that our table?” Lovino asked, gesturing where Antonio had set his things down and Antonio took another look.

With a slow smirk and a pleased look in his eye, Antonio turned back. “We’re like little mice and their thread spool tables.”

“Alright, you idiot,” Lovino said far too fondly for his idiot boyfriend. He brushed past him to unstack the boxes, making the table more accessible if they were to sit down on the floor to eat, and may have lingered by Antonio’s side for a beat before setting to short work.

Once they were both seated to eat, Antonio offering him a soda he’d gotten from the gas station, Lovino relaxed a bit, his mind straying again to the emptiness of the apartment and the lives they’d left behind to start this one.

“What’s on your mind?” Antonio asked, voice muted in consideration to the room, but louder because of the emptiness. Lovino twirled his fork a bit and mulled over his words.

“Too much,” he finally responded and decided he really didn’t want to think of these things right then. Not the emptiness of that room or the loneliness of leaving everything they had known, everyone they loved, behind. They could see them again perhaps one day, but, out there, so far away, it felt as if they’d became a world apart, stranded and estranged.

But, then, Antonio pushed himself up to his legs and Lovino watched as he walked across the room. He stopped in the corner with some of the more miscellaneous items and pulled out a box. Lovino felt a small, unconscious smile creep to his lips.

Then, Antonio placed it on the floor and opened it, revealing a turntable and needle. Digging once more through their belongings, Antonio came up with a sleeve where a vinyl record slid from and he placed it down.

With the disc rotating and the needle placed, Antonio crawled back over with an easy smile and went back to his take-out, the soft music flowing gently into the space. It wasn’t too loud, somehow, though the living room was devoid of anything but them and the few boxes and items.

Lovino breathed and his shoulders relaxed a bit, which he hadn’t noticed until he’d been surprised it worked so well. Antonio, all the while, was humming softly along, pushing fried rice around in his container.

“Got your mind on something else now?” Antonio asked and Lovino automatically rolled his eyes, something that only made Antonio smile fonder.

“A bit of gentle music won’t keep it occupied for long,” Lovino said and Antonio shrugged.

“Then finish your food and we can do something else,” he said.

So Lovino did just that. He continued on chewing on little bits of chicken and cabbage until, once he was finished, his thoughts circled again.

“It’s so empty in here,” he said and he wasn’t exactly sure why he had to say it aloud. It was something about Antonio, something that always made Lovino want to tell him whatever. Lovino had grown up alienated to the idea of sharing thoughts and feelings, but, with Antonio, it was completely natural. One would have thought he’d been doing it his whole life.

To Lovino’s statement, Antonio was strangely quiet. Antonio’s moments of quiet weren’t as strange to Lovino as they used to be, years of friendship and more culminating to understanding. Instead, Antonio collected their trash and looked around. Then, he said, in one of his rare contemplative tones, “We’ll have to do something about that.”

At this, Lovino wanted to laugh. Of course they’d do something about their furnitureless apartment. There wasn’t much to do now, though. Not with their furnishments still in Antonio’s car or nonexistent. It would be a while until they had money enough to get a couch probably, but they’d put a breakfast table in the room and then things won’t be so underwhelming to look at and overwhelming for Lovino to think of.

While Antonio went to go dig out the trash bags they’d packed, Lovino stacked the box again, to get it out of the way. He liked them better off in a corner, even if it only emphasized the wide expanse of the room. Things would be the least stressful if they just kept things organized.

By this time, the room was too dark to see properly, having gone dimmer as they’d eaten and hadn’t gotten up to try the lightswitch. Lovino went to it now, already ready to curse the landlords if the bulbs were out.

Luckily enough, they worked.

Lovino tallied that on his short list of blessings and went to shade the yellowing blinds at the window. As he spun the little… thing that controlled the blinds, he let the music roll over him and let it take him closer, where he sat next to the player and watched the album spin.

It was enough, for now, to distract him. He watched the grooves and the needle and the shiny black surface go around and around, almost hypnotized, until he couldn’t see anymore. And that was… odd.

“Antonio, why did you turn out the lights?” he asked and Antonio chuckled.

“The room is no longer empty,” he answered, sounding pleased with himself. “It’s allll just dark.”

“Funny. Now turn them back on,” Lovino said with a huge but, instead, a click of a flashlight and a beam of bright light reached him.

“I brought something for us to start out with since there’s not a lot we can do tonight,” Antonio said and he pulled a small package out of his pocket. Lovino tried to figure out what they were in the horrible lighting, but to no avail.

“What is it?” he asked and he couldn’t help but be suspicious. With some things, he’d trust Antonio with his life. With others, like random bags from his boyfriend’s pocket, he wouldn’t touch it with a ten yard stick.

But then, Antonio showed him and Lovino couldn’t help the surprised laughter that bubbled out, noticing the faint greenish glow they gave off.

“Glow-in-the-dark stars?” he asked and Antonio nodded excitedly, eyes alight in the shadows around him. Somehow, as the evening had come, he’d she’d his exhaustion and Lovino could feel his own slipping off too. He looked over to where Antonio had propped their short ladder, which he had insisted they brought in earlier for, apparently, this.

Bringing his eyes back, Lovino rolled his eyes and stepped forward. When he kissed Antonio, he snatched the bag away with a cocky grin and started digging through, letting the multi-sized stars slip through his fingers.

Looking back up, Lovino caught his boyfriend’s gaze and muttered a quick, not at all convincing, “Idiot,” before picking a single star, shoving the rest at Antonio, and heading to the ladder.

Later that night, snuggled into a dozen blankets on the shag carpet of their new living room floor, Lovino laid next to Antonio and looked up at the stars. With the warm body of his boyfriend next to him, his deep breathing in his ear, the soft glowing stickers above them, and the gentle rhythm of the record across the room, flipped a dozen times since they’d first played it at dinner, Lovino didn’t feel quite so afraid of the emptiness of the room.

Because it wasn’t empty, was it? Not when it had both of them in it.

#Aph #Hetalia #spamano #spamano week 2018 #aph Spain #aph south Italy #aph Romano #Antonio Fernandez carriedo #Lovino Vargas #Hetalia fanfiction #code asks

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hanibanifaniction · 6 years

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A day late, but here’s my first entry for @spamanoweek!! Hoping to do a lot more! cute boys <33

Day One: Music

Title: Besos

#spamano #spamanoweek #spamano week 2018

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spamanoweek · 6 years

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note: the blog is very outdated and stuff, i haven’t updated the desc or anything since last year. honestly might just paste a new simpler theme on at some time but rn im a bit busy so pls ignore it!!

also another note: you can post things so long as it is the correct day where you are. i really don’t care tbh.

#spamano week 2018

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bad-friend-trios · 6 years

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@spamanoweek Day 3- Sweets! (Sweets=spamano is sweet) based on @snuffysbox draw the otp :D

#spamano #aph spain #aph romano #if you were wondering where the fuck i went it was drawing this forever #my art #<3333333 #spamano week 2018

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lovilcve · 5 years

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I wanted to write something for spamano week but I’m late because of school and stuff, I’m very sorry

I’m posting this anyways because whatever

The prompt was ‘snow day’ but I don’t have a clue what this ended up being also it probably sucks but I might as well put myself out there so here

Also I’m sorry for any mistakes English isn’t my first language

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“You cold?”

Lovino slammed the door and hurried inside.

Antonio took off the wet vest from the Italian’s shoulders and searched for a blanket.

Lovino wanted to answer with something sarcastic, but his lips were trembling for the cold and forming words wasn’t exactly an option at the moment.

Sweet Antonio wrapped the blanket around the other’s body and quickly rubbed his arms and back.

Lovino guessed the latter might have been freezing as well.

His head found Antonio’s chest and there it stayed.

He wanted to hold him too, but was too cold and too proud to actually do it.

Slowly, Lovino regained color and his lips turned red again.

Antonio gently left him and moved into the kitchen. He opened up some cocoa powder and turned on the stove. Lovino hated that travesty of food but was too cold to care.

He raised his knees to his chest and looked outside.

It was snowing, a lot.

Snow was supposed to be beautiful but swift weather changes made Lovino panic. Hence why he called desperately for Antonio to come and take him home from work.

Lovino felt extremely embarrassed calling him. However, the bus service had been suspended and he didn’t have his car at the moment.

“Sorry for being late” Antonio poured hot cocoa in Lovino’s favorite cup and handed it to him, still trembling slightly.

“It’s not your fault I called you without warning” the Italian blew on his cup and slowly sipped. “It’s whatever”

There was silence, but besides not having much to do - the tv wouldn’t work, blame the snow storm outside - the silence between them wasn’t heavy nor awkward.

He wouldn’t tell, but Antonio was the only person Lovino felt at ease with.

Said boy looked at him and smiled.

“Still cold?”

Lovino gave him a sharp gaze. The other chuckled.

“Well if your heating system worked..”

Lovino finished his drink and let the cup on the table.

Then he stared at the wall.

“Sorry... I’m kinda broke again” Antonio scraped the back of his head.

“Yeah, figures”

Antonio hesitated, then quickly reached the other’s spot:

“But!”

Lovino jolted, as Antonio was suddenly in front of him.

Damn his large couch.

Antonio grinned slightly, but his eyes were still kind:

“I know of a nice way to warm one another..”

Lovino gave a confused expression, then it hit him.

And then he hit Antonio, slapping his shoulder and shifting away from the man.

“Idiot” he said, and that was final.

Antonio embraced his waist, then started spreading little pecks onto Lovino’s back.

“I’m sorry Lovi, sometimes I just cant help pissing you off”

He pushed Antonio away: “Yeah right that’s the only thing I got going for me”

Antonio huffed. “You know I never said that”

He adjusted Lovino’s hair behind his ear and made it to the other side of the couch.

If there was anything to answer, Lovino didn’t answer to it.

Silence embraced them again, slightly less comfortable this time, and Lovino asked himself if staying in the cold would have been a better idea.

Lovino wished he didn’t have to be so cold with people. He wished he didn’t have to be this cold with Antonio.

Antonio, that was the sun.

He might’ve been snow.

They stayed like this for a while, until Antonio softly started to hum.

The words weren’t meant to reach Lovino, but they did anyway:

Mi beso era una granada,

Profunda y abierta;

Tu boca era rosa

De papel

El fondo un campo de nieve.

( My kiss was a pomegranate,

Deep and open;

Your mouth was a rose

Of paper

The background, a field of snow )

Antonio continued to sip his hot chocolate, discarding the rest of the blanket Lovino was wrapped into.

It was hard for Lovino to pretend like he didn’t hear, and was kinda annoying, too.

Sure, Antonio probably was humming in Spanish because he wasn’t paying attention, but Lovino lingered on the thought that he could have done that out of spite, to make him remember things he often avoided thinking about.

Lovino threw his blanket closer to Antonio, and when the latter looked at him and lingered, Lovino looked away. Antonio caught it and gladly sat closer to the Italian.

Then continued:

Mis manos eran hierros

Para los yunques;

Tu cuerpo era el ocaso

De una campanada

El fondo un campo de nieve.

( My hands were iron

To the anvils;

Your body was the sunset

Of a chime

The background, a field of snow)

The bastard, and his taste in poetry.

Lovino wished he didn’t know what the fuss was about, wished he was oblivious to those messy words Antonio loved so much, but sadly for him, Lovino was a sucker for Lorca’s poetry, and Antonio knew it.

Lovino’s empty cup had long been abandoned on the table, his gaze up at the ceiling.

“En la agujereada

Calavera azul

Hicieron estalactitas…“

( In the pierced

Baby blue skull

Put stalactites..” )

“…mis ‘te quiero’

( “… my ‘I love you’s )

Lovino finished in a whisper.

Antonio turned to look at him but Lovino’s eyes wouldn’t leave the ceiling.

He huffed, slowly landing his gaze onto Antonio’s face.

His green eyes were confused, yet sweet.

Lovino’s hand lazily held his own chin, he breathed in, and finished:

“ El fundo, un campo de nieve”

Antonio smiled, wrapping his arms around Lovino, the chest of one against the back of the other.

He nuzzled his face onto Lovino’s neck, kissed his cheek, and when finally Lovino let him, his lips as well. Lovino cursed himself when he smiled.

“You know, your mouth indeed kinda reminds me of a rose”

Lovino sighed, as if being compared to fields of snow and sunsets wasn’t enough: “Shut up, will you?”

Antonio laughed and kissed Lovino again, neither of them realizing Antonio’s heating had started working again.

#spamano #spamano week #spamano holidays 2018 #day 1 #its actually day 2 #day 2 #im so anxious #k bye

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midnightziege · 6 years

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@spamanoweek 2018 Day 4 - Pride

A.K.A. how gay can i make one single drawing

#spamano week 2018 #aph #hetalia #aph spain #aph romano #aph south italy #spamano #aph spamano #midnightsart

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raspberry0rain · 6 years

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day three = v =

i had fun with this one and I can imagine their conversation to go like this:

Spain: hey Roma! want a slushie?

Romano: BASTARD!! THE TURTLES HAVE RETURNED FOR REVENGE!!

@spamanoweek

#my art #spamano #spamano week 2018 #aph spain #aph spamano #aph romano #lovino vargas

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korodere · 6 years

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SPAMANO WEEK, day 1: music

HAHA ITS NOT MIDNIGHT YET I DID IT

i made two versions bc im insecure about tbe background and also just to show it without all the intense color editing and layer settings added on and on bc thats how... i make it look cool ok :(

a little picnic. spain playing guitar and romano singing along. was definitely inspired by a cute lil talk about this in the spamano server

happy spamano day & spamano week!!!

comm info • donate • patreon • don’t repost/use without my permission

#spamano #hetalia #aph romano #aph spain #spamano week 2018 #spamano day #lovino vargas #antonio fernandez carriedo #spain x romano #西ロマ #my art

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circlique · 5 years

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Hetalia December Events

I’m trying to put together a list of all the fandom events in December (that are still open to applicants at this point). Let me know if you know of any more! So far I have:

Rarepair Exchange: @aphsecretsanta

Rarepair Week: @aphrarepairweek2018

Spamano Secret Santa: @spamanosecretsanta

Hetalia Exchange: @weekofhetalia

Rusame Secret Santa: @rusame-secret-santa-2018

30 Days of Tomato Lovers: @spainromanoevents

Ameripan Secret Santa

Asakiku Secret Santa

I will add more as they’re announced or as I find them!

#there was a us////////uk one but it just closed to applicants #let me know if there's any more!#hetalia #aph

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forloveoflibertea · 5 years

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Poll: Which Fic Do I Update First?

I have some free time—about two weeks, somewhat—before the start of my next semester of school, and during that span of time, I'm planning to finish all of my obligations, the fics I haven't finished yet. Upon finishing one (hopefully all of them), I plan to start another one, which I have been wanting to do for a long while now. You'll see what it is later.

Please note that all of the covers were edited by yours truly. I don't own the artwork in each one, but the edits are mine.

Here are the choices:

1. To Be Remembered

My very first USUK/UKUS fic with romance. High School AU; involves the typical rivalries between cliques, though it takes that to a more... extreme level. Also has minor relationships like SpaMano, GerIta, and hinted PruCan. Last updated in March 2018, currently has 10 chapters out of (hopefully) 15. The 11th chapter has long been in the works, but was set aside.

2. Toska

The fic which had been my most popular one, both on ao3 and here on tumblr, for a brief while. A Soulmate AU which involves FrUS and past! AsaKiku, this also has Arthur and Francis as half-brothers, a lot of business-related complications, and arranged marriages. Technically, this is a collection of chronological drabbles, last updated in December, 2017.

3. By Your Side

My Celebrity Omegaverse AU, featuring Model! Alfred x Popular Singer! Arthur. This revolves around a secretly married couple and how they deal with their lives being thrust into the spotlight. Last updated in April 2018, and currently has 3 out of 4 chapters, the last being the epilogue, though it's uncertain if it will stretch out to 5 chapters.

4. Blue, White, Red: Omakes

My Magical Strike Omegaverse AU, which, technically, is already finished. However, there are still a couple of omakes which are in planning for this particular universe, though I haven't gotten around to finishing them yet. The main story has 3 chapters, plus the first omake, which brings it up to 4.

5. We're Only Liars (But We're The Best)

So here's my dreadfully unfinished gift for @alifeasvivid and @gallifreyanlibertea , which I never got around to finishing because of a lot of schoolwork and other demands. This one, along with its prequel, Say No To This, revolves around a very dysfunctional relationship between Arthur and Alfred, and poor Matthew gets caught in the tangled mess. Involves USUK, MapleTea, arranged marriages, magical schools, helpful best friend Francis, and a lot of angst. Last updated in September, 2018, and currently has 2 chapters.

So those are the ongoing fics I want to update, but I can't really choose which one I want to write for between these five. And then there's also this one:

This is Nightshade, a companion piece to my Dystopian Cardverse Omegaverse, Hitman Jones/Assassin Kirkland AU, Belladonna, which I wrote for the recent USUKUS Twiceperyear. Basically, it involves an Alfred point of view of the events in Belladonna, and will show more scenes between the boys, as well as elaborate more on the plot of that fic.

So! Which fic should I update first?

#usuk #aph america #aph england #ukus #hetalia #axis powers hetalia #poll #the author is asking for your help

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